Fragile

Every night I dream one fear. The fear of not being ready. For your love or any love. I'm even more afraid of love being revoked. I'M NOT PERFECT! And you're so God damn close. So do I run? I can't bear the burden of branding you with this tainted name. For I am branded with all my insecurities, it's the one thing keeping me away. What if, I'm never good? Motherly wings preaching of being proud and of being young and making mistakes. Her wings protect me but I'm so fragile I'm being forced down. I need you to fill in the spaces that clog my mind of sorrow. I need reassurance but how could I ever ask of so much. We're so young but this pain feels so old. Who's to blame other then the fear we embed into our bed side mirrors. I've made so many mistakes. I'm so sorry. A five letter word I can't seem to escape from. This guilt is unbearable so I'll leave it in these words. I'm not perfect and life does not stop. But I'll grow and keep you safe. I'll tuck you in beneath my wings but be strong and help me use those wings to take you to a better place. Where I can be good and life not so cold and these mistakes wont hold me down and I'll feel that love that I never knew I could. For I love you more than you'll ever know and I'll make this right. So I pray you'll let me let go of these imperfections and allow them to shape me into something that you feel you may one day deserve. Because the weather just looks fine today. Says masks of nothing left to say. But I remove this mask and leave you with me. A book wide open.